There are few things better than making bread. The warmth of the kitchen, the feel of dough in your hands, the subtle alchemy of turning yeast and flour and bits into something delicious.
This is the Cookbook. My mother and I started it years ago, and when I moved to Portland, it came with me. It has illustrations (yes, those are rum balls amusing themselves amongst the powdered sugar). It contains many wonderful things, in no particular order......including this recipe for a Finnish coffee bread, know as Pulla. Mum used to make it at least once a Winter, and I thought it would be a perfect way to celebrate Imbolc. Speaking of how awesome Mum is, she also made my favorite apron:
This bread is lightly sweet and cardamom infused. It isn't hard to make. It takes a little patience, but it's totally worth it. Recipe after the jump...




